Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.